The Storm Within

The restlessness in me makes me to look out and assign  a reason,
is it my belongingness that is a cause?
or the fact that life may get stagnant causing the worry?
or is it the constant challenge in me getting the better of me?

In the quest for a reason, I set out to a far off land,
hoping to find solace there only to be disillusioned later...but alas!



The restlessness in me gets the better of me...
Goading me to go on and find yet something divine,  something perfect something surreal...


The storm within is yet to be analysed...
to be seen in slow motion to understand and be understood...
To comprehend the dynamics and dynamism of it...
Till then I will remain an unexplained mystery,
who could have been The One but alas!

In this journey I hear "well wishers" wishing that I would slow down, settle down a bit,
Let the restlessness find a "resting place"...
"Life is not like a railway station that you can get down at each station", they tell me...
How can I show them the storm within me is looking for something novel, something fresh, something extraordinary...
A challenge which has not yet been challenged...
A challenge which will cause it to slow down and find peace within...

Till such a time egos will be bruised, vanity will be trampled upon and scant regard paid to the slow runners...
For within me is a force which has not learnt to wait, watch and be reclusive...

Memory from a hazy morning

The rain pittered pattered the whole night long on the asbestos roof above

While the family slept safely oblivious to the force of nature outside,

The backyard pond swelled up like a fertile woman

Whose womb has been sown with the seed of a resurgent tomorrow,

Frogs croak merrily sitting on the leaves of lilies waiting for the heaven to open up and pour herself down yet once more

With the hazy light of the morning the children slowly wake up to the story of nature’s ravage of yester night

Slowly they come out of the house with eager faces to see the aftermath

But what an aftermath that meets their eye!

The ‘ravages’ of nature has created such a scenic beauty outside

With the dry hot parched earth having quenched its thirst…

With the sweet smell of moist earth titillating the nostrils…

With the fresh and cool breeze caressing the skin softly…

With the myriad voices of nature adding a beautiful symphony to the riots of scenic beauty…

With horizon dark and not so menacing promising of more grace from heaven..

Comes the reassuring voice of mother from inside the house…

“It seems it’s going to rain the whole day… you kids need to stay back at home from school today…

Pure bliss and ecstasy…